The thing is, not so many people from my high school do the same thing as I am doing now. Most of them are living the ‘normal’ life. Lulus SMA – kuliah – lulus- kerja – kawin – having kids – posting picture of their kids in Facebook.
And so on.
Well, I’m happy for them. They seem to be happy with their life.

Some of the questions and comments even come to the point of making me uncomfortable.Kok ke Amerika? Susah lho disana. Cewek ngapain sih sekolah tinggi-tinggi? Kan sama aja sekolah disini sama di luar negeri.
Lately I don’t even bother to answer those kind of questions. But at least I still manage to make myself smile as the only answer I care to give them.
Trus, ceritanya temen-temen SMA seangkatan saya bikin grup WA. Which is actually nice. It’s always nice to hear things from some old friends that you haven’t met for a while. Apalagi saya semenjak kuliah, jaraaaangggg banget ketemu temen-temen SMA.

Tapi entahlah. Reading their chats, their jokes… I just feel… Different. Like a square peg in a round hole.
I don’t find their jokes to be funny. I can’t relate to their conversations. I find some of their so-called idealism is the opposite of mine.
And somehow I feel like I am an outsider. Watching them go on with their lives from a window.
I don’t feel like I belong there anymore. And I don’t even know whether I want to be one of them.

But I guess, that is just another thing about this life that I need to find out. To find a place where I belong.

The thing is, not so many people from my high school do the same thing as I am doing now. Most of them are living the ‘normal’ life. Lulus SMA – kuliah – lulus- kerja – kawin – having kids – posting picture of their kids in Facebook.
And so on.
Well, I’m happy for them. They seem to be happy with their life.

Some of the questions and comments even come to the point of making me uncomfortable.Kok ke Amerika? Susah lho disana. Cewek ngapain sih sekolah tinggi-tinggi? Kan sama aja sekolah disini sama di luar negeri.
Lately I don’t even bother to answer those kind of questions. But at least I still manage to make myself smile as the only answer I care to give them.
Trus, ceritanya temen-temen SMA seangkatan saya bikin grup WA. Which is actually nice. It’s always nice to hear things from some old friends that you haven’t met for a while. Apalagi saya semenjak kuliah, jaraaaangggg banget ketemu temen-temen SMA.

Tapi entahlah. Reading their chats, their jokes… I just feel… Different. Like a square peg in a round hole.
I don’t find their jokes to be funny. I can’t relate to their conversations. I find some of their so-called idealism is the opposite of mine.
And somehow I feel like I am an outsider. Watching them go on with their lives from a window.
I don’t feel like I belong there anymore. And I don’t even know whether I want to be one of them.

But I guess, that is just another thing about this life that I need to find out. To find a place where I belong.